The Grey Room

Hello again!

Do you know I just heard sometihng on the radio, and this is possibly a good place to "share" it!

Your chances of dying in the bath tub are one in two million.

which seems reasonable, unless you think that in the UK your chances of winning the jackpot on the National Lottery is one in fourteen million.

Now, when you thik how many folk really believe they have a chance in winning..............it's amazing that we never consider our chance of croaking in the tub!

well...................I'm off for a "lucky dip".............(assuming I live through the experience!!!!)

chopper wrote: riding Shergar

SEE!!!! That's what is good about the grey room........... talking to folk who remember Shergar!
     

chopper wrote: There's probably more chance of being run over by Elvis Presley riding Shergar than there is of winning the lottery. Actually I did read that you have more chance of finding a winning ticket blowing about in the street than you have of actually buying one. I'm not very good at stats, but let's say you have 1 bath a week and it takes 30 mins. There are 10,080 minutes in a week (7x24x60) so if you snuff it in any given week, there is a 1 in 336 chance that you will be in the bath at the time, but this is probably completely wrong. I'm off home for a shower.

Edited by mystic fred - September 19 2006 at 12:17

prog-chick wrote: ...but I do remember "The Hammy" (and St.Albans City Hall Jim!) I had a ZXSpectrum... £5 every week, on a friday night that bought us 2 pints each, a packet of marlboro (when they were RED and made you cough!) AND a kebab from the scary wagon on the way home

PC - you are truly a worthy member of The Grey Room!

I too remember a good night out being possible on a fiver; I fondly remember beer at 33 pence a pint - I didn't smoke, but ciggies were about 75 pence for 20 (all this is around 1979 BTW) & a huge bag of chips (from the best chippy in the world - DB Fish Shop, Potters Bar) for 25 pence.

+++sigh+++

...anyone remember Cresta?

"it's frothy man"


    

Edited by Jim Garten - September 19 2006 at 12:43

Easy folks. I came in here to talk to people with a similar frame of reference. It seems many of you are from the U.K. I suddenly feel as out of place as I would in the Velvet Room.

By the way, what is Shergar?

mystic fred wrote: chopper wrote: There's probably more chance of being run over by Elvis Presley riding Shergar than there is of winning the lottery. Actually I did read that you have more chance of finding a winning ticket blowing about in the street than you have of actually buying one. I'm not very good at stats, but let's say you have 1 bath a week and it takes 30 mins. There are 10,080 minutes in a week (7x24x60) so if you snuff it in any given week, there is a 1 in 336 chance that you will be in the bath at the time, but this is probably completely wrong. I'm off home for a shower.     i knew someone who was killed by having a bath.........he ran out of bath suds and was crossing the road to buy some more and stopped to pick up a lost winning lottery ticket and...........got knocked down by Elvis riding Shergar...what are the odds on that happening Professor.....???

Absolutely no idea!!!
What are the chances of picking up a winning lottery ticket that was dropped by someone who had just been run over by Elvis riding Shergar?

glass house wrote: A PINT of wine?? Ye Gods, I bet there wasn't much work done at your uni p-c. You English drink a lot.

TheProgtologist wrote:   I just turned 40. Remember when all of our toys were made of metal,playground equipment had sharp edges,bolts sticking out and a concrete pad under the jungle gyms and riding a bike with a helmet on was unheard of?

When I was 9 years old my parents brought me to a playground in a park. I ran to the giant metal slide, the kind of slide that has a metal tube covering it, and climbed the stairs. When I got to the top my mother decided to snap my picture going down, just as I got to the slide and started to sit, I whacked my forehead on that metal tube enclosure and just about gave myself a concussion. As I slid down the slide my mother snapped the picture. Later after getting the pictures developed, there is a great picture of me sliding down the slide, holding my head in pain and crying!